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Titre du blog :
nature
Auteur :
BernardNowman
Date de création :
09-06-2024
posté le 11-06-2024 à 14:43:28
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BernardNowman
le 11-06-2024 à 16:37:03
ouiiii mon amour (l) ptit à ptit faut faire
gladys-lemire
le 11-06-2024 à 15:11:39
jé mi tout un dimanche pour fere ton blog enfin preske
mais sa en valé le coup ss contente jé encore dé truk a corigé fo fere petit a petit
BernardNowman
le 11-06-2024 à 15:06:59
merciii mon amour (l) et c un magnifique article
je t'aimeeeeee (l) moi ossi ma ptite femme d'amour always (l) à moi
gladys-lemire
le 11-06-2024 à 15:04:38
poeme
When you came, with thoughtful steps, in the mist,
The sky mixed crystal and brass with gold.
Your body could be guessed, uncertain undulation,
More flexible than the wave and cooler than the foam.
The summer evening seemed like an oriental dream
Rose and sandalwood.
I was shaking. Long religious and pale lilies
Were dying in your hands, like cold candles.
Their dying perfumes escaped from your fingers
In the faint breath of supreme anguish.
From your bright clothes exhaled in turn
Agony and love.
I felt a shiver on my silent lips
The sweetness and fear of your first kiss.
Under your feet, I heard the lyres break
By shouting to the sky the proud boredom of poets
Among languidly diminishing streams of sounds,
Blonde, you seemed to me.
gladys-lemire
le 11-06-2024 à 15:03:03
Magnifik bb super bien poser te done un A+
jtaime my always (l)
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ouiiii mon amour (l) ptit à ptit faut faire
jé mi tout un dimanche pour fere ton blog enfin preske
mais sa en valé le coup ss contente jé encore dé truk a corigé fo fere petit a petit
merciii mon amour (l) et c un magnifique article
je t'aimeeeeee (l) moi ossi ma ptite femme d'amour always (l) à moi
poeme
When you came, with thoughtful steps, in the mist,
The sky mixed crystal and brass with gold.
Your body could be guessed, uncertain undulation,
More flexible than the wave and cooler than the foam.
The summer evening seemed like an oriental dream
Rose and sandalwood.
I was shaking. Long religious and pale lilies
Were dying in your hands, like cold candles.
Their dying perfumes escaped from your fingers
In the faint breath of supreme anguish.
From your bright clothes exhaled in turn
Agony and love.
I felt a shiver on my silent lips
The sweetness and fear of your first kiss.
Under your feet, I heard the lyres break
By shouting to the sky the proud boredom of poets
Among languidly diminishing streams of sounds,
Blonde, you seemed to me.
Magnifik bb super bien poser te done un A+
jtaime my always (l)